"I understand what you mean by precarious. Sometimes I feel so- I don’t know- lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space. With no idea where..." Haruki Murakami

A life update

Hi folks! 

It’s been nearly 7 years since I last posted to Tumblr and every rarely in this time did I return to this blog. I think like many young folks who joined Tumblr, I aged out and simply moved onto adulting. Tonight, after a quick work out and dinner and kdrama catch up session, my mind returned to pitterpatterpeterrabbit. Truthfully, I had forgotten the name all together and forgotten this little public diary; but nostalgia is hard to ignore and I was just really curious. 

Just to offer perspective, I’m into my mid twenties now. Reading through the entries of my teens and early twenties is a fascinating exercise. We’re often asked as an icebreaker what we might like to tell our younger selves and I realize now, I wish to tell younger me: things got better, you did good, and you did the best you could in the situations you were in. 

When I was younger I frequently wanted to meet older me, to know that my life wasn’t wasted and I didn’t dissolve within my vices. While admittedly, I didn’t take the greatest care of myself, I wanted to share a few small life updates:

- I eat well now, I am gaining weight and I have mental clarity. I am learning to make peace with my body and I’m learning to be gentler to myself.

- I finished my degree, then got another one, then got a full-time job.

- I’m applying for a Masters program in Social Work, and I’m still not too sure what to do with my professional or academic life. I was waitlisted for the third time and the uncertainty is hard to hold onto. 

- My mom got so much better! She’s been in recovery for nearly 6ish years. She struggles with her heart, fatigue and eating, but overall she is healthy and happy. I work from home due to the pandemic. My working room is upstairs and my mom is usually downstairs. I can hear her shifting around throughout the day. Her shuffling feet sound like safety and I sneak plenty of hugs in through the day.  

It is so unlikely that anyone may come by this post, let alone read it. I think there’s a sense of comfort in that. I guess I am mostly writing this so that 7 years down the road, I can come back and read this again… But I am so glad to have found this tonight, I think I might try to come visit more often now.

<3 

tardisity:

everybody you have ever met came out of a vagina screaming in fear

bussyhaver:

venusianpapi:

me and the girls out on the town

I’m the girl on the right sitting down because my feet hurt and my shoes are uncomfortable

beyoncescock:

almost 2014 and i still look like a piece of shit

enjoyyourpictureshow:

Isabelle Huppert, Les Valseuses (1974)

  1. frand: I should drop out, if they would give me my money back and not give me my degree, I would drop out
  2. me: yah, like they're the one's that failed us

"You have to meet people where they are, and sometimes you have to leave them there."

erarg:

sneeze on your knuckles before a fight in order to inflict poison damage

lyjerria:

always check yourself for unnecessary negativity and bitterness

"There I was, a living, breathing girl, and you still wanted her ghost more than you wanted me."

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